But Vi knew I was the guy to corral when she had a bad, possibly illegal, definitely ill-advised idea. And that’s how little Balty learned about gambling! “RUN YOU FREAKIN’ HORSE, RUUUUN!!!” Daisy stomped her little feet on the rickety bleachers—waving the race program over her head like she was a charioteer cracking a whip. “C’mon, Buttercup! Go, girl, GOOOOO!”
